Pludge

I remember walking up the hill to grafton with two people arguing the subtleties between a plod and a trudge. If I was upright and walking now I think I would be trudging.

There is not enough sleep left in the world to suffice. If I doze off while typing I will not hold my self responsible, I shall blame Melissa, simply because I can. Isn't blame a marvelous thing. You can apportion little chunks to whomever the hell you feel like.

For some reason people are scandalised that I don't iron ANY of my clothes. Ironing is stupid.

Another thing that is stupid is being tall enough to take the lightbulb out of its socket but not tall enough to put the replacement in, thus leaving half your room in shadow.